Category Archives: success

Taking Care of Oneself

Knowing that my fine group is going to be asking me on Wednesday how I have done with having some quiet time in the morning, I have gotten up three mornings in a row and done just that. One of the things I planned to do yesterday was to buy some math curriculum.
So, yesterday morning, I was getting ready to send $250 to someone I had never met in order to buy a math curriculum, and as I wrote the check, I got this little feeling inside that said I should think about this before I did it. So, in the name of taking care of myself, I emailed the lady and told her that I had some concerns about sending off $250 and just having to trust that she would send me the curriculum. Maybe you can’t imagine how uncomfortable this might be — what if she gets offended? What if she writes back a really testy email telling me off? What if it’s the “wrong” thing to let her know of my concerns?

I got a quick email back from her, quite gracious and reassuring. The only change I made was to send a money order instead of a check. And I only did that because I knew it would simplify things on both ends — she wouldn’t have to wait for a check to clear, and I wouldn’t have to wait for the material to be mailed.

For all my readers who are doing important things like closing high-dollar real-estate deals (is there anyone among my readers doing that?!?), this may seem like a really small thing, but for me, it was a huge step to feel an inclination to wait and check something out, and to DO it, even though it felt risky to me.

Yay, me! Try it! You’ll like it!

Taking Care of Oneself

This is an idea that has gotten a lot of press in recent times. As we’ve “evolved” into higher consciousness beings, we have “realized” that what REALLY matters is taking care of No. 1.

In my weekly therapy group tonight, I brought this concept up because I don’t think I’m all that good at “taking care of myself.” Probably on the continuum, I am somewhere more in the middle, because I neither deprive myself of sleep in order to vacuum, nor indulge my whims at the expense of others. (And there you see how I see this whole thing).

One helpful idea that was shared. Making a choice to take care of someone else, when that someone else is CHILDREN, is different that making a choice to take care of another adult who is capable of taking care of him- or herself. Nevertheless, it is surely challenging to figure out a balance between doing what’s best for the kiddos and doing what’s best for myself. Would be nice if there wasn’t a difference, but sometimes there is.

Take basketball, for instance. Basketball, a sport I am deeply committed to on behalf of my children, requires a great deal of time, energy, money, and did I say time. We decided earlier this year to take off from sports until basketball starts “next fall.” Whoops, the new coach and new venue are so excited and exciting, respectively, that we’ve actually got the option of starting basketball NOW!

I love the sport. I love watching my kids. I know they love playing. Even Kepler is very enthusiastic about basketball. My only other kid who isn’t playing has some really good buds who are also little sibs of players. This new home court is GREAT and we will all be able to get almost free memberships to this health facility as players and families of players. There’s a pool, tennis courts, basketball court, personal trainers, classes, racquetball courts, a running/walking track, a great kids’ care facility, and some SWEET locker rooms. But the new place is about a 25-minute drive from home. And, there will be plenty of driving to do with three kids on teams. So, I am faced with a decision here. Is it best for the kids and/or me to go ahead and get involved during the summer, thinking of the benefits for all of us? Or is it better to wait until fall and have more downtime in the summer.

There are pros and cons to every choice and every decision. I haven’t made a decision about basketball yet, but I have decided that one thing that is extremely important in taking care of myself is to begin to set aside time every morning to have some quiet moments to THINK, to LISTEN, to PRAY, and to get clear direction about my day and the days of the kids. I made the commitment to my group tonight that I will take some time every morning this week and I asked them to ask me about it next week. Accountability!

I just have this really full plate, and it is so full of good stuff. I suppose my plate does have limitations, and I just have to figure out what I REALLY want on the plate.

I Make a Hecque of a Pizza


One of the positives about being low on funds is that you have to be a little more creative in the kitchen. When it comes to pizza, my favorite pizza is LaRosa’s. I can order online (oh, bliss), we can run and pick it up in less than 10 minutes, and it is dern good. Oh, but it probably contains, at the very least, high-fructose corn syrup, partially hydrogenated oils and a few other baddie cats, and, oh yeah, it takes a chunk out of the budget ($26-$38). My second choice when it comes to pizza is DiGiorno’s frozen pizza. Pretty good, actually, but also contains the baddie cats. Third best is my own crust with jarred spaghetti sauce, and various toppings. Since I was trying hard to be frugal AND healthy tonight, I made a pizza that didn’t have ANY baddie cats in it at all, and no prepared foods.

Organic whole wheat flour.
Yeast (with a little honey for an extra oomph)
A little oil, a little salt, a little more honey (grown locally)

The sauce consisted of some garlic, an onion, a can of tomato sauce, and some spices.

The topping was hand-grated low-moisture, part skim, mozzarella cheese.

It definitely took longer. It surely cost way less than our typical LaRosa’s order. But the best part — I knew there was absolutely nothing in this pizza that I had to feel guilty about (I don’t get guilty about cheese).

The photo above is the ACTUAL pizza. (That’s my thumb there!) I watched my carb hounds (aka my children) chewing and swallowing healthy, homemade pizza. Dinner’s over and there’s no guilt to be seen!

Now that’s a nice ending to dinner.